Chapter 30
Over the next few years their friendships grew stronger and stronger and their love for each other also grew. The paparazzi where hard pushed to find one without the other. Where Urs was, Nat was not far behind, if he was without Nat you could guarantee someone else from their merry band would be there, either one of the other members of Il Divo or one of the wives. Even when they had things that took them away from each other and the press tried to start a scandal, it never worked. If things did get into the papers this little group would have fun with it. Nat was photographed one night coming out of a night club with someone other than Urs. The photo hit the tabloids with captions such as “Natalia Petrovich Buhler, ‘Wife of famed Il Divo star Urs Buhler, seen with mystery man. Has the fairy tale crumbled?’
The mystery man happened to be a business associate of Coleman Enterprises who was in town for a short while and was not about to let his partying get waylaid by business. Nat had closed a very lucrative contract that night. Before she left the night club she had sent Tracey a text and Urs a photo. To keep the tabloids happy Nat’s mystery man agreed to meet Urs at the same night club a few nights later. This time it was Urs who walked into the firing line with him. The rest of the team had a good giggle about the joke. They all knew these things would happen and early on they all decided not to take it seriously and always, always talk to each other and when they could, win one for their side.

As the guys were somewhat lax in posting things to their official web site the ladies had decided to do it for them, Nat and Reba in particular. Once a week they would post updates of what was happening in the world of their men, answer questions about rumours that had been started, and made sure that the guys read things from the web site to keep them in touch with their fans. It was a job the girls loved.

The members of Il Divo where still having fun performing together and they had pursued a few single protects as well, including starting their own music company. All of them where now involved in some way with Coleman Enterprises benevolent projects and David had taken on a big roll as an executive of the company. As he had taken on more responsibility Tracey had lightened her role.
For the next five years life was good to them and they were good to each other. David had kept a close eye on Tracey’s health and except for a few bad days here and there she was doing well. Little changes had crept in that they both noticed but thankfully not to noticeable to others. She was weaker, it was harder to write now, and her legs hurt all the time, sleep did not come easy. All things they had agreed to keep from the others. For the most part Tracey led a normal life, even getting to spend much more time with her son Hayden.
David had asked him on board Coleman Enterprises after he found out he was as smart if not smarter than his mother. Hayden spoke several languages including Swahili, had a double degree in law and medicine which he finished in record time, was a qualified chef, and well versed in the activities of the corporate world, had travelled the globe and been to places David could not pronounce. David and Hayden had cemented a great bond over the years which made Tracey smile. It was good to see them working together. They did not speak of Tracey’s illness much and that is how she liked it. There were too many wonderful things happening in her world. She was free to love the man of her dreams, free to help change a small part of the world for the better through the company and often found herself the resident counsellor for the members of her extended family.

When Nat had completely exhausted Urs and he was at his wits end as to how to keep up with her, Tracey would find herself looking into his deep hazel eyes and smiling, giving him some advice on how to cope with all that energy. He really didn’t need help; he was still completely besotted with Nat. But living with a Tasmanian devil can be tiring.
Sebastien would call from time to time just for a chat but they would end up in a deep and meaningful conversation. It was always the same, something he had been struggling with and he wanted to hear what his Florence Nightingale, (as he called Tracey) had to say.
Carlos, even with all his bravado would call on Tracey, especially when it concerned his lovely Gillian. He always wanted to make sure he did the very best for her and he always did.
Tracey loved being part of their lives.
The four girls had grown to be great friends and confidants. In the beginning Gillian had some concerns about being left out as she was the only non Aussie but that was so far from the truth. Tracey, Nat and Reba loved her; she was their sister now and for always. After the initial apprehension, Gillian felt comfortable with the other girls. They had fun together, whether it was shopping, cookie dough wars, (Yes, they still happened) or just hanging out together while the guys were off doing their own thing. Gillian too would come to Tracey at times for a little one on one.
Tracey loved it when they got together for a family meal, all eight of them plus Hayden. These nights were filled with fun and laughter, joy and happiness and of course plenty of howling. Something an outsider would not understand. Tracey was happy and content. If she was ever concerned that she had not done the right thing by marrying David, nights like these where her confirmation that it had been her destiny. He was younger than she and Tracey was convinced it was his youth and energy that had given her the strength to continue even when the specialists kept saying she should be much, much worse than she was. Love and happiness had been the best medication to ever come into her life. She was no longer afraid to die. Really she had never been afraid to die but now Tracey was not afraid to live and live like she had something to live for. Deep down she knew God had given her more time, time to spend with the man she loved so completely.
Il Divo had rescued her.